Friday, 20 November 2009

It's incredibly difficult to finance a film, so in a similar way to this, you've got to be impressed with these three bright sparks inviting anyone and everyone to buy a credit at buyacredit.com

They are attempting to film an adaptation of Clovis Dardentor, an 1896 novel by Jules Verne that I don't mind admitting I had never heard of. They already have Stephen Fry & Annette Badland attached and my CV loitering in their email inbox. Judging by the stature of the cast of their recent short film Jam, I'm under no illusions that they will need my help, but it's worth a go.

Tuesday, 17 November 2009

So it turns out that all that running around in the dark was worth it as everyone seems to be happy with Slash's nocturnal scenes, but we were unable to film the two daytime scenes and so a reshoot is on the cards.

It also needs paying for.

Writer and Producer Lucy V Hay blogs about your opportunity to contribute funds for it here. I wholeheartedly endorse her efforts.

Friday, 6 November 2009

Instead I went to university. Specifically the University of North London. At the end of our first year it amalgamated with Guildhall to become the ever-increasingly huge London Metropolitan University. In an effort to rebrand, the new uni spent money on an advert which ran in cinemas in 2003. I'm in this, although I'll be amazed if you can spot me. My sideburns have never been quite as luxuriant since.

Other LMU alumni seen in the advert include Zoe Alyssa Cooper, Laura Dobson and Claire Ludgate.

Tuesday, 3 November 2009

The shoot for Slash didn't quite go according to plan. This is writer and producer Lucy Hay's summing up of the catalogue of things that went wrong.

It's not all bad news, because despite the setbacks we actually got a lot in the can. I'm really looking forward to seeing the end result.

What I can tell you is that it gets bloody cold in the middle of the forest in late October (and as it turned out early November as well) in the rain. However nobody was really in any position to complain because Lucy Laing (below) spent the night wearing very nearly more blood than clothing.